“He yelled at the top of his lungs, to the heavens ‘I’m free’”
Night bleed blue, that hits the surface and turns red,
spreading destructive affection
through the soil,
while breaking bread
with the soulless bodies entrapped within.
Night passes slowly through the sky,
echoing and cursing
the living.
An old man,
sips his tea,
tapping his toe.
Inhaling deeply one last time,
he begins to slips away,
shushing the night sky as if it will
respond back.
Night stares at the man,
while he starts to see the black thicken within
the back of his mind,
his thoughts start to lead him to a light,
that he simply does not trust.
His ear drums clapping the world away,
chest tightening around his heart,
opening the door for his soul to
escape.
Night knows not
what it feels likes to be
real
but it knows
life is
simple
and
sweat.